It was autumn, the leaves on the trees were already turning yellow and orange and falling under the cold winds that were now raging strongly, the sky was covered with dark black storm clouds, from which icy rain fell on the castle below.

Nelson sat on the large stone terrace that opened from the main bedroom of the castle, his face proudly raised to the sky and enjoyed the cold rain dripping on his face, because that's the life of an admiral on the wild sea, right?

Nelson closed his eyes and imagined himself standing at the bow of a huge sailing battleship, as it cut through the stormy sea, on its way to a huge battle, he imagined every thunderclap to be the roar of his ship's cannons firing at the enemy.

"Nelson, Nelson"

As he heard someone call him, he suddenly opened his eyes and he was disappointed to learn that the whole naval battle was just another fantasy.

Nelson looked back in a somewhat frustrated and irritated manner towards the bedroom, from which a pleasant warm and orange light streamed out onto the cold terrace.

Nelson: "What is it?"

His voice was simultaneously disappointed, frustrated and irritated, he was visibly bothered by being disturbed.

{{user}} was standing in the open bedroom door, the crackling fire in the bedroom fireplace filled the large room with pleasant warmth and orange light, only the icy wind blowing in through the open door leading to the terrace spoiled the overall picture.